Curious Woman, Phenomenal Woman
She was seconds away from my lips and all I could think about was how Facebook had led her there. In my habit of over thinking each millisecond, I had already screened the curve of her lips, the depth of her eyes and the scent of her hair, each leisurely lingering in my attention since the first time she stroked my hand. As the anticipation of our first kiss swelled with tension, her aura penetrated my curiosity and once again, I found myself in a foreign region…except this country had been soiled with familiarity. Seconds passed like sunsets and soon my ebbs became her flows in a vast sea I had only wondered about.
"You're not gay, you just haven't found the right guy. I hate it when..” whined an acquaintance as his words escaped my attention. Internal questions flooded my patience before drowning demands such as: "How could this person know my preference before knowing me? I'm still trying to figure out who that is.." I drifted back into the conversation only to collide with accusations like "You're just insecure.."
Our conversation ended as the stinging in my soul was doused with vulnerability. Was this a normal reaction? Must sensually curious women align their sexual tendencies with politically correct labels? Until this point, I hadn't felt the need to cozy up to a heterosexual orientation, nor had I found shelter under any term that effectively articulated my spiritual attraction to another person. After all, we're just human, right?
The idea of similar reactions from other people scared me into silence… if only for a moment; a moment that ended with the question, "But did you enjoy yourself?"
My curiosity continues to lead me through adventures that highlight lessons of my youth. Although it may not always be understood, curiosity is a priceless virtue. It’s not something to be ashamed of because it seasons our insight. I refuse to label my sexual tendencies.
‘Cause I am a curious woman. Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, that's me.